flapping wings

Qi Ping couldn't help raising his eyes, and compared the situation of the Qi family with this place in his mind, and couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed.

Even though the force is high, there will always be stronger ones in this world who will treat you like an ant, but it will be a little more troublesome when the powerful ant is crushed to death.

He rubbed his fingers against the fur edge for a moment, and looked at Mu Xiaoque with a puzzled face: "This murderer seems to have a special hatred for Li Mingen, even if it exists in the family tree, he deliberately tore it out."

The two of them wandered around the entire courtyard again. Some houses were extremely messy, but many were not damaged, except that the valuables in each room were looted.

There was nothing in the ancestral hall, not even a memorial tablet. Qi Ping couldn't help sighing while standing inside, "It seems that the murderer this time is not only a treasure hunter, but also has some personal enmity with the Li family."

"You ignored me all the way," Qi Ping moved closer to Mu Xiaoque, his eyelids drooping, his face full of grievances, "Don't do this to me, can you? I just like you so much that I couldn't restrain myself for a while I made a mistake, and I will never do this again, okay?"

"Heh, what's wrong with you," Mu Xiaoque said sarcastically, "I don't understand shit."

"Are you energetic?" Qi Ping threw himself at Mu Xiaoque and hugged him, and said with a smile, "I'll get angry if I scold you."

"Let go," Mu Xiaoque just said, when she felt the arms around her get tighter.

Qi Ping pressed his palm against the wet clothes on his back, circulated his true energy to swim around his body, the coldness in his body was dispelled, and Mu Xiaoque's tense muscles couldn't help but relax.

"If I hadn't hugged you for a while, I wouldn't have noticed that you were shivering from the cold." Qi Ping let go of Mu Xiaoque, took off his clothes and put them on him: "Que'er, tell me immediately if you feel any discomfort." , otherwise it may be too late when I find out."

Mu Xiaoque snorted, turned her head and continued to check the situation of the ancestral hall, and finally looked at Qi Ping when she found nothing, and said, "Let's continue on our way, what's going on in the inn?"

"Do you know the way back?" Qi Ping rubbed his brows: "To be honest, I'm completely confused."

"I don't recognize it," Mu Xiaoque shook her head, "I just know a general direction."

As soon as the two stepped out of the ancestral hall, they keenly looked in a certain direction at the same time.

Qi Ping hugged Mu Xiaoque's waist and flew to the room, only to see a raging fire burning somewhere in the northwest, black smoke hovering straight towards the sky.

Even from a long distance, you can feel how big the fire is.

"It's broken," Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque solemnly, seeing that this person's face was also extremely ugly, he confirmed with some trembling: "Is this the direction of the inn?"

"Go and have a look," Mu Xiaoque said hoarsely, Qi Ping grabbed her sleeve just as she was about to leave.

He knew what the other party was worried about, so before Qi Ping could speak, he waved his hand: "It's okay, I can hold on."

About a quarter of an hour after the two left, a floor tile suddenly moved in an inconspicuous corner of the abandoned mansion.

Then a man in black crawled out from inside, staring at Mu Xiaoque and Qi Ping for a long time.

.........

On the road, there were people rushing towards Beishan Inn like Qi Ping and the others. When the two arrived at the gate of Yong'an City, the sky had already turned pale.

At this time the city gate has not been opened yet, Mu Xiaoque carried Qi Ping up the city wall and jumped into the tower. The moment he landed, he knelt on the ground, a line of blood oozed from his seven orifices at the same time.

Qi Ping stared blankly at Mu Xiaoque, whose mouth and nose were bleeding, his limbs were numb, and his head was completely frozen.

"Who?" Accompanied by the shouting question, there was the sound of clanging armor, and Qi Ping shouted at the end like he was grabbing a life-saving straw: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"It's okay," Mu Xiaoque hid in the distance, wiped the blood with a handkerchief, Qi Ping's deafening wailing was heard in her ears.

He quickly patted Qi Ping on the back, stood up from the ground, and looked at the soldiers who came over: "What's the situation in the city?"

"Commander!" The soldier immediately stood where he was, and bowed to report: "The Beishan Inn suddenly caught fire in the early morning. The magistrate has led his people to put out the fire. Fortunately, the surrounding people have not been harmed, but no survivors have been found yet."

After the soldiers reported, the entire city tower became silent. After a while, Mu Xiaoque said, "Have all the corpses been brought out?"

"It's been moved out," the soldier said with a look of resentment on his face, "but it's impossible to find someone. It's basically burned like black charcoal."

Going down from the tower, the two of them walked all the way to Beishan. The city was still filled with the choking smell of smoke. There were many passers-by on the road, all looking towards Beishan.

No one took the initiative to mention Xiaobao, but the answer had already lingered in the hearts of the two of them.

A lot of people gathered around the Beishan Inn, shouting and cursing could be heard endlessly. Among the noisy voices, there was already a unanimous voice at this time, "This is a provocation from the evil way to the righteous way."

Qi Ping tried to find Xiaobao's skeleton among the dead, but he still failed. The fire burned everyone mercilessly, and of course there would be no preferential treatment for Xiaobao.

"Xiaobao should not be dead," said Mu Xiaoque, whose white clothes were extremely dirty. He had just come out of the ruins, and his hair was covered with black dust. "I searched around, but I didn't see the sword that Xiaobao usually carried .”

Qi Ping thumped and knelt on the ground, a little out of breath with excitement, sighed in his mouth: "This child has always had a big life."

...............

They booked another guest room in Yong'an City. Although they didn't say anything, they both had the same purpose of waiting for Xiaobao.

In the evening, they sat at the table to eat, and Qi Ping put a bowl of fish soup in Mu Xiaoque's hand: "Que'er, drink more soup, don't worry, if Xiaobao is still in the city, your people will definitely find them .”

Mu Xiaoque touched her bulging stomach calmly, lowered her head and took a sip of soup, "What did you do this afternoon? Don't let me follow you."

Qi Ping winked mysteriously over there, then touched his chest and said to him: "Secret."

Mu Xiaoque didn't care for him to eat in peace, he didn't have much appetite today, but after eating the roasted chicken leg, shredded pork with celery, dried radish and stewed beef that Qi Ping put into his bowl, he was strong enough.

In the end, I was forced to drink two bowls of fish soup, which finally comforted me after a day of exhaustion.

Qi Ping doesn't have the good treatment of Mu Xiaoque, and no one cares whether he can eat or not, whether he is full, and no one brings him food, so he has no appetite at all when looking at the things in front of him.

But at least the two of them still have a glimmer of hope now, that is, Xiaobao's sword was not found, no matter what, this is a good thing to be reassured about.

Suddenly, the sound of tables and chairs being overturned faintly came from downstairs, and then curses and vulgar words came into the guest room through the door.

Qi Ping's thoughts of running to Jiuxiao were pulled back, he quickly got up and covered Mu Xiaoque's ears: "Dirty my Que'er's ears."

"Be less courteous at ordinary times, it's good for your legs," Mu Xiaoque shook off Qi Ping's hand, went to the door and opened the crack to check the situation below.

"What do you mean?" Qi Ping bent down and got in under Mu Xiaoque's arm, resting his head on Mu Xiaoque's chest, squatting his legs halfway, through the crack of the door, he could see many people standing in the corridor, all of them were watching with interest. lively.

"Look at you," Mu Xiaoque stated without any ups and downs, "It's not like you have two dog legs now."

Qi Ping looked down a little, and was a little embarrassed at once. His legs were slightly moved together, but he was still leaning on Mu Xiaoque's chest, and he didn't run away in shame and indignation because of the other party's sarcasm.

Stretching his neck to see who the opponents below were, it turned out that one of them was an acquaintance.

I saw Hong Ling and Yan Qing leading more than a dozen beautiful young girls, who were scolding three big men.

Those three big Han relatives had never seen each other before, one of them was full of beards, holding a heavy knife in his hand.

The other was just the opposite of him, as thin as a hemp stick, with long hands and feet, and he was still holding a fan in his hand and fanning it around pretendingly.

The last person was described as short and ugly. Compared with that skinny and wretched man, this person was simply ugly, with a fat face and extremely thick lips.

It's a bit funny to watch two people quarreling like this, one side is chattering, shyly saying some indecent insults, the other side is domineering, spouting gossip with a red face.

Qi Ping is now at a loss as to why the Hemiaozong organization is called the Demon Way.

Except for Yanqing and Hongling, the other few cursed louder and lowered, and finally covered their faces and started crying, the professionalism of the demons was gone!

"What should I do? Come on?" Qi Ping saw that the momentum of He Miaozong's group was getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious for the main force, Hong Ling.

"Don't worry, let's see first." Mu Xiaoque shook her head, "If Hemiaozong is really so easy to mess with, he wouldn't have to mess around in the rivers and lakes."

"The little girl of Hemiaozong will also take Joe in front of men," the bearded man slapped the table with contempt in his eyes and shouted loudly: "My brother sleeps with you, that's why I think highly of you!"

Qi Ping raised his hand again and moved it to Mu Xiaoque's ear, covering his ear, mumbling incessantly: "If you don't listen, don't listen, bastard chant the scriptures."

"Bah!" Hong Ling spat on the ground, with anger in her eyes, and a sneer at the corner of her mouth, "Sprinkle your urine to show your ghostly virtues, I'm leaving it at that, whoever I like to sleep with, whoever I want to sleep with, But even if there are no men in this world, you ugly ghosts won't be able to."

"Heh!" The skinny stick taunted eccentrically: "I advise you to take a good look at yourself in the mirror, and sleep with whoever you like, and you have to be respected by others!"

There were a few short sneers from the bystanders around, and the skinny stick was even more energetic, scolding even more sharply: "Oh, not only no one wants it, but you look like a shrew, no one loves it!"

Then the three of them burst into strange laughter, and many of the people who watched the fun began to point and point, making the faces of a group of girls pale.

Qi Ping clenched his fists and looked up at Mu Xiaoque, only waiting for the other party's order, he was about to rush out to save the beauty.

Before Mu Xiaoque could respond, a neutral voice suddenly rang through the inn: "No one loves you?"

Everyone's eyes focused on it, only to see that Yanqing held the back of Hongling's head with one hand, pinched her chin with the other and kissed her directly.

There were gasps one after another, Yan Qing licked his lips and said contemptuously: "Who said she is unloved?"